Gloria Goes A-Tripping
The day is a glow
My body is a tremor
Lovers have ceased to exist
I'm hands, legs and a mouth
Birds are singing in a forest of floors
Walls move
Brilliant bird! I've always wanted
to become you
YOU who are always in flight
Always in a tremor glowing good or evil
Whose heart is a viola rubato
And whose throat is parched
The ruby heart glows in fire
And from the mouth no wail comes.
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